Hammer in left hand, ax in right hand.

Zhang Tong, who was fully armed, only regretted that he forgot to wear the knight uniform when he went out.

If he had that carbon fiber knight uniform, Zhang Tong wouldn't be so passive.

Just after he rushed out of the store, Zhang Tong's expression turned sideways.

A large number of paper-tied people have already swarmed along the elevators on the left and right sides, and the entire aisle on the second floor has been almost filled with paper-tied people.

"Jump off the building?"

Zhang Tong glanced towards the first floor and decisively put an end to this idea.

The floor height of a shopping mall is not comparable to that of a residential building.

And I am just an ordinary person who is about to reach the peak of Hong Quan training. If I jump like this, I will definitely be seriously injured.

"So...my fate now depends on this hammer?"

Looking down at the extremely unscientific weight of the titanium alloy hammer in his hand, Zhang Tong gritted his teeth, imitating the movements in the movie, holding the leather rope and quickly spinning the hammer in his hand.

During the rotation, the hammer in his hand quickly accumulated enough kinetic energy.

Then, Zhang Tong violently threw the hammer toward his right, like throwing a bowling ball.

The moment the hammer was released, Zhang Tong could clearly see that the runes on the hammer that had been treated with special techniques had black light flowing.

At the same time, an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.

"Like, I can control it?"

As the black light flowed, the hammer hit the face of a paper-pricked person with a loud bang, directly denting the paper-pricked person's weird face.

Normally, the hammer should lose kinetic energy and fall to the ground at this time.

But Zhang Tong controlled it according to the inexplicable feelings in his heart. The hammer completely violated the laws of physics, carrying a large amount of kinetic energy like a ball, and ejected directly from the face of the paper-pierced person.

There was a muffled bang!

The ejected hammer directly hit the back of the head of a paper-stuck person who had just squeezed in front. The strong understanding made the paper-stuck person fall forward uncontrollably, causing the dog to eat its shit.

Bang bang bang!

During the continuous ejection, a large number of paper-threaded people were hit by a strange hammer.

Although blunt blows could not cause real damage to these paper-punched people, Zhang Tong also successfully stopped the paper-punched people from approaching crazily with a hammer!

"What the hell?"

Zhang Tong had an incredible expression on his face. The doubts in his heart at this moment were no less than those of Zhao Wende before.

It was obviously a titanium alloy handicraft, but why did it suddenly become so weird and powerful?

However, Zhang Tong had no time to think about this problem, because there were dense footsteps behind him, and the cold breath spread like a tide.

The paper guy on the other side has already rushed over!

Zhang Tong, who realized that the hammer was strange, climbed over the glass guardrail on the second floor and jumped towards the first floor.

At the same time, he raised his left hand high and held it in the air.

The hammer immediately flew backwards into his hand under an invisible force.

With the vertical upward force provided by the hammer, Zhang Tong landed steadily on the obviously empty first floor, and a vague feeling of fatigue enveloped his whole body.

The sudden feeling of fatigue caused an unexpected expression on Zhang Tong's face.

Zhang Tong, who practices Hong Quan every day until he is exhausted, already instinctively knows where the limit of his physical strength is. With this limit reference, Zhang Tong can also have a good idea of ​​his own physical exertion.

Logically speaking, I shouldn't be so tired at this time.

Subconsciously looking at the hammer in his hand, Zhang Tong had a thoughtful expression on his face. He thought of Zhao Wende, who was like a dead dog just now.

"Could it be that controlling the hammer consumes the user's physical strength?"

With this thought in his mind, Zhang Tong's expression became obviously more solemn.

If this is the case, this hammer really cannot be abused.

If you abuse it, you are likely to be exhausted like Zhao Wende, and eventually be slapped with paper and your head will explode like a watermelon!

"If I were a fighter, I should be able to use this hammer for a long time, right?"

Zhang Tong shook his head with some regret, and looked towards the fourth floor with a regretful expression on his face.

A large number of paper-tied people began to chase down the stairs towards the first floor. I had no chance to rush to the fourth floor to deal with the instigator.

As for using the hammer to fly to the fourth floor?

Zhang Tong did not dare to try this act of seeking death.

Seeing that the paper-tied man had begun to rush towards him, Zhang Tong shook his head and once again started to lead the paper-tied man in circles.

Although his body already felt tired, Zhang Tong's situation was obviously much more relaxed.

Hammers cannot be abused, but that does not mean they cannot be used.

Using this strange hammer that he could control to a limited extent, Zhang Tong jumped left and right repeatedly among a large number of people stuck in paper, but he was not touched by those people hit by paper.

Not only did he successfully avoid the paper attack, Zhang Tong also used the sharp fire ax in his hand to kill many of them!

On the second floor, Zhao Wende, who had regained some strength, looked through the glass window with a complicated expression at Zhang Tong, who was showing off his power below.

"Really? This kind of thing is not something mere mortals like us can control."

"Only people with superpowers like Brother Tong can work together to use this thing."

The hammer that had just been used once was almost squeezed dry before it could realize its superhero dream.

Then he watched helplessly as the hammer was being used like an arm in Zhang Tong's hand. Zhao Wende was lying if he said he was not envious.

But fortunately, his good family background allowed him to understand a simple truth.

What is yours will always be yours, even if it is temporarily lost, it will come back sooner or later.

But if you try to take possession of something that is not yours, you will only be scarred.

With an expression of relief on his face, Zhao Wende carefully hid himself, looking at Zhang Tong below who was constantly fighting with those weird monsters, his eyes full of envy.

"Although the truth is such a truth, why do I feel so sad?"

With a look of envy on his face, Zhao Wende felt as if he had eaten ten pounds of lemons, and his whole body was sour from the inside out.

But what he didn't know was that the physical strength of Zhang Tong, whom he envied, was just a little better than him, and was still at the level of a normal person.

It's just that because of his connection with Hong Quan, Zhang Tong's power is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

This is like an ordinary person running out of breath after running a few hundred meters, but a person who has been running for a long time can easily run ten kilometers.

Everyone’s body is an ordinary body, and the difference between exercising and not exercising is so obvious.
Chapter completed!